eyes cut deep into her face, and his voice rum bled out, "Whe you been?"
"I been to Grab-All."
"How-come you gone off an' ain' told me whe you was gwine?"
"But I fetched you a nice can o salmon. You ought to be glad stead o cross as two sticks." July grabbed the salmon off the table and threw it on the floor so hard the can bent in.
"You better behave yousef, July." She tried to sound brave but her heart knocked clean up in her wind-pipe, for July's eyes were sparkling.
"I don' like you to take de baby out in de night air. Don' do dat not no more. It's you business to stay home. A married 'oman ain' to trapes de Big Road. It don' look nice. An' don' be spendin' my good money for no salmon, neither. I can' stand de smell of em, much less de taste."
"I didn' spend you good money. June bought de salmon an' gi em to me."
"You went wid June? Well, you stay home lessen I take you to Grab-All."
There was no use to fuss with him, so she stirred around and cooked him a nice hot ash-cake and some bacon.
"Whe'd you git dem beads round you neck?"
"June gi em to me."
